Hot granny keeps her studs hungry for their own cum

Annabelle smiled at Billy, the nervous young man before her in the living room of her large house in the upscale Boston suburbs.
She stood up, slowly peeling off her executive suit, stripping down to just the sheer black nylons she wore, with garter, her trim torso naked, her slightly sagging boobs hanging over her tight belly. Her thighs shone in the dimming light of the day, firm, supple, tapering to her calves, her legs encased in the expensive nylons she liked to wear to work running a Fortune 500 company.
Billy gulped, watching her gray/blonde bush explode into view, and beneath that manicured bush, the puff of her wet lips. His cock stiffened in his jeans. She sat on the couch, then lay back, spreading her GILF legs, curling a finger to him.
“Drop your pants, take them off and come make me cum, Billy boy,” she hissed, tweaking her thick brown nipples with one hand, running her bony old fingers between her lips down below. “Have you waited the full week?”
He nodded. She smiled.
“Good,” she cooed as she watched the now-naked stud approach, cock preceding him as he knelt on the couch between her long, supple legs and she captured him in them, squeezing him inside her. “I do hope you’re hungry…”
He’d done work for her before, lawn work, a strapping lad of 20, college student, eager to make money on his summers away from school. She found him in spring, gave him work and quickly seduced him.
She was 62 years old, filthy rich, fit as a woman half her age, sexy in indescribable ways with an allure and sensuality that drove men of all ages mad. She was tall, lean, muscular in the legs, sagged and wrinkled here and there but always and forever exuding a sexual charm and confidence that made men tingle in the groin the second they met her.
Like young Billy for example. She was lounging by her in ground pool one early summer day, Billy cutting the lawn, when she stopped him and told him — not asked, told — to lather her slim back and shoulders with lotion, knowing full well the effect it would have on him.
“Be a dear and get the backs of my legs,” she said as he finished, mewing as she felt his long fingers tremble as they applied lotion to her muscular old calves and the hamstring muscles tight on the backs of her slightly sagging thighs. “Mmmm, that’s good, Billy…very, very good…”
His reward came after she slowly sat up and was face to face with his groin, which he covered with his hands nervously. She smiled up at him and staring into his eyes, pushed his hands to the side and slowly, sexily unsnapped his pants and pulled them down with one stroke, his long, thick cock bouncing into view, the tip hitting her puckered mouth leaving a trail of pre-cum on her cheek as he pulled back in surprise.
“Relax, Billy,” she cooed, cupping his muscular white ass and pulling him forward, breathing fire on his dick. “Have you ever had a blowjob young man? Be honest.”
She looked up at him and slowly encircled the base of his huge cock in her bony fingers, gently stroking it, the tip a breath from her wrinkled lips.
“Uh…well…sorta…I mean….” he stammered.
“Sorta?” she laughed, jerking him a little harder now, feeling his entire body tremble through his dick. “Billy, has a woman…or a man, ever sucked your cock? It’s a simple question..”
“Not..not…uh…not another…man…no..” he said, looking away nervously.
Annabelle stopped jerking, looking up sternly.
“Say it, Billy, or I’ll send you back to work with the worst case of blue balls you’ll ever have,” she snapped sharply.
“I..I….if…if I bend over far enough…I CAN LICK MY OWN COCK!!” he finished all at once, blushing deeply.
She blinked — and burst out laughing, resuming her slow, steady handjob, watching Billy’s massive dickhead pool with pre-cum.
“This I HAVE to see, boy,” she snarled, twisting his dick up as she stood to grab his head and bend him over.
In seconds, he was close enough to stick out his tongue and tickled the tip of his dick, slurping off the pre-cum. She clenched her tawny old thighs together and ground out an orgasm just watching, and pushing his head down further, stretching his dick higher until now his lips suctioned at the tip.
“Damn, you are limber,” she sighed, jerking his cock harder now, hearing him moan as she did, his sucking frantic, his lips securely attached to his own dick. “Cum for me, Billy boy, cum for Mrs. Shaw’s old hand jerking that big, bad cock of yours! I’m making you cummmmmmmmmmmmm Billy, jerking your huge dick and you are gonna eat your cum, so cum NOW!!!”
She jerked him harder, now clamping her thighs around his thigh, pushing her cunt into his leg and cumming on it as he moaned and erupted, a huge load filling his mouth as Annabelle jerked his meat into it, stroking firmly and long, draining every ounce of jism from his nuts before letting go of his dick and his head. He stood up, his face a mask of disgust and fear, cheeks bulging with his seed, a drip of white in the corners of his mouth.
“Oh, you don’t like it do you!” she laughed, standing before him, scissoring his still-stiff dick in her thighs and tilting his chin up with her fingers. “You probably just lick yourself enough to cum and then get out of the way, huh?”
He nodded furiously, eyes clamped shut. She giggled — and pulled his face to hers, attaching her lips to his and forcing her tongue into his mouth, opening it and sucking out his cum. His eyes shot open wide, staring into hers as she slurped the entire load into her mouth and pulled back.
“Now your turn,” she said, careful not to lose any of his massive load and pulled his face to hers, catching him by surprise and jettisoning his cream back into his mouth, sucking it out again and shooting it back, Billy so stunned he was unable to resist as the snowball of his spunk continued to shoot between their mouths.
She looked at him, eyes locked onto his, knowing the effect it was having on him, his resistance lessening, his muscles relaxing, his tension abating as she kissed him wetly and deeply, the cum swallowed by both of them and Annabelle now just making out with him like a wanton teenage girl, sucking his cummy tongue and making him suck hers.
She clamped her thighs tightly on his cock, keeping it stiff and then reaching between them to fist it, fitting the head into her hairy cunt as they stood, pulling aside her bikini bottom. His eyes never left hers as she leaned up on her toes to take half his cock, sheathing it in her velvety, hot pussy, lifting up and down on her toes, fucking him slowly, feeling his cock head swell inside her old womb.
She suckled his tongue more eagerly now, sucking on it like a long, wet cock, her eyes flashing wide, his wider, staring into hers as he felt his nuts throb and tremble, Annabelle raising rapidly now, up and down on her toes, her calves bunched with muscle, aching from the exertion. She pulled his young hands to cup her old ass and his fingers kneaded the meaty, wrinkled flesh of it, pulling her onto his throbbing prick.
“Cum for me again, Billy, give me your hot cum in my old nasty cunt!” she hissed, pulling her mouth from his to whisper into his ear, licking it, smelling the bleachy smell of his cum. “You want to cum in my pussy, Billy? You want to fill me with your hot, thick, tasty cum?”
“Oh GOD YES MRS. SHAW!!” he screamed, biting and licking and chewing at the thick folds of her wrinkled, 62-year-old neck, something he thought disgusting before, the waddle of old women’s necks, now something he couldn’t get enough of as he cupped her madly flexing ass and plunged his cock up inside her hairy pussy. “YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!”
“Cum for me Billy, my bitch, my Billy bitch,” she cooed, licking his ear. “Give me all that big…thick…load….and then Mrs. Shaw is gonna sit on your face and make you EAT your own cum again!!!!”
Billy’s mind was a whirl, unsure of whether he wanted that or not but he was too far gone to stop, his balls were about to explode and the vision of her wrinkled haunches hovering over his face, her cunt dripping cum into his mouth, was too much to bear. He had to have it and he came, he came long and hard like he’d not just cum in his own mouth from her jerking old hand moments ago, the seed scorching her insides, making her cum as her lusty old thighs clamped tightly together, milking Billy dry as she grinded out an orgasm more powerful than the first moments earlier.
She eased the squeeze and settled on the flats of her pretty feet now, feeling his cock continue to drain into the meaty clamp of her hot cunt. She pulled her head back and looked into his eyes, kissing his lips, sucking at his tongue, biting it, her eyes open, looking into his.
“Lie down at my feet,” she growled. “And feast on my cummy pussy..”
He was mesmerized, totally enraptured by her tone, her command, her sexuality and he groaned as he pulled out of her impossibly tight pussy, kneeling, looking at the cum-matted pussy hair, sweaty, raw, and then lay back. Annabelle shuffled forward, parting her sexy legs, feeling a trickle of cum on the inside of each remarkably tone thigh as she squatted, her pussy opening wide now, sitting on her feet, thighs wide, and a sudden rush of hot cum jetting out and directly into Billy’s open, moaning mouth.
“That’s right, that’s right, my little bitch, my little cum-eating bitch,” she laughed darkly, looking between her thighs as her pussy lips parted, hairy and wet, and a steady stream of boy scream jetted out, making lewd, farting sounds when it was almost all out, Billy’s moaning getting louder and louder as he gobbled down his sweet cum, lips smacking wetly. “Eat it alllllllllllllllllllllll up…”
He did and now she sat firmly on his face, framing it in her old, wrinkly thighs, the cum there streaking his cheeks as she undulated her tight belly, slowly working her hips back and forth, forcing out the remainder of his seed, his eyes barely visible in the clamped squat of her lusty GILF thighs, looking up at her, wanting more, then wanting air as she snapped her hips, flexed her ass, milked her pussy so completely and tightly she was smothering his air away in her violent, orgasmic facesit. She came hard, tweaking her nipples in her fingers, screaming as she snap-rode his face, nearly drowning him in her own cum and what was left of his.
She finished, hardly noticing that the young man had passed out in her smothering cunt and ass, giggling as she sat back, watching him snort back to life, his face lumped with sperm and pussy juices. She scooted back, put her thighs together around his wilting cock and kissed him gently, licking up clumps of jism and dripping them into his mouth. She smiled a dreamy smile.
“You are my little cum slave, Billy,” she snarled, reaching back to pull his nuts up between her crushing thighs and squeezing them until he moaned in pain. “Or one of my little cum slaves. This will be a very, very fun summer for you, young man, one you’ll never forget…”
“Yes, Mrs. Shaw,” he groaned softly.
“No, Billy,” she snarled, scissoring his nuts harder until he screamed in pain. “Granny…you WILL call me Granny from now on…say it…”
Billy blinked, unsure of what to do and then knowing immediately when Annabelle’s old but powerful thighs flattened his nuts in their embrace. He screamed.
“YES GRANNY GRANNY GRANNY!!!!”
She laughed, and stood, releasing his nuts, watching him hold them as she walked away.
And now, a couple of months later, he was approaching her in the living room, many similar sessions with him — and other young men — having taken place in that time. He knelt between her open legs and felt himself pulled in, plunging his long cock in one stroke up to the balls in Annabelle Shaw’s insatiable pussy.
“Fuck me, Billy, fuck me hard, cum in me and then eat me clean,” she snarled, pulling his face to his, kissing him, biting his lips.
“Yessssssssssssss…Grannyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” he moaned, as she cupped his fine young ass and worked a finger into his tight rectum.
“That’s my boy,” she laughed. “That’s my boy.”
Annabelle Shaw eyed the gawky, skinny nervous boy bagging her groceries and smiled. The Fortune 500 CEO had just gotten out of work and had stopped at the store for a few things — and a fresh load of boy cum if possible. And with Annabelle’s 62-year-old libido firing like a woman’s half her age, it was definitely possible.
“Be a dear and carry these out to my Lexus, would you darling?” she cooed to the youngster, Timmy it said on his name tag, a scrawny, glasses-wearing lad, tall and thin. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
“Oh, no, ma’am, we can’t take tips,” he mumbled nervously, looking anywhere but at the gorgeous silver-haired GILF, who looked supremely elegant yet sexy in her black business suit with shortish skirt covering nylon-clad legs.
“We’ll see about that,” she purred, walking ahead of the lad with the bags, knowing his eyes were fixed on the muscular legs flexing in those nylons above her expensive heeled shoes.
He loaded the bags into her trunk as she watched, smiling. Looking around, she saw no one had seen them.
“Timmy, do you get breaks?”
“Uh, yes, Mrs…uh…” he stammered.
“Granny, dear, just call me Granny,” she cooed. “I do so love when young boys like you call me that.”
“Ok…uh..Granny…yes…I have one now, in fact, I was just going to sit in back and read for awhile, I have college exams coming up and…”
She opened the door — the backdoor and motioned him inside. He balked.
“Get in, Timmy,” she said sternly. “I won’t ask again. And the customer is always right, remember? Do you want me to talk to your bosses?”
“No, Mrs..uh..Granny..but…”
She smiled — and grabbed his shirt, forcing him inside, getting in next to him and locking the doors. She sat back and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a thick ripple of wrinkled neck flesh and cleavage, down to the tiny bra she wore, her huge but firm tits spilling out. Timmy gasped.
“I’m just guessing, but you’ve never been with a woman, right?” she asked, unlocking her bra and watching Timmy’s eyes bulge at the sight of her white tits offset by those tanned wrinkles.
“Uh…well…golly Mrs..I mean Granny..”
“I take that as a no,” she sighed, reaching for his head and pulling it to her chest. “Lick, boy, lick!”
Timmy groaned in the suffocating clamp of her thick flesh, running his nervous tongue into the salty crack between them then mouthing mounds of white meat, finally feasting on a nipple, suckling it hard, moaning, lost in the blur of emotions and physical reaction, his cock throbbing in his pants. She held her tits up, tilting her head down, smiling at the young man suckling at her breasts like a newborn.
“Eager, I like that,” she cooed. “Now run your tongue up my chest…mmmmmmm, that’s it, lick the granny wrinkles there! I love my neck suckled too, boy, so suck that turkey waddle!”
She lifted her head, allowing the sucking boy access to the wrinkled folds of warm, creamy neck meat and he ingested it all madly, sucking in mouthfuls of her fleshy throat, tonguing it, moaning madly and feeling his cock about to explode.
“I haven’t much time, I have conference calls to make,” she sighed, popping his sucking mouth from his feast of her neck and throat and the maddening flesh there. “Tell me, and be truthful: When is the last time you jerked your cock?”
He sat back, eyes wide, looking into hers and trying not to look down at those flashing tits in the backseat of her car in the growing dusk.
“Uh..I uh..don’t know what you…” “Timmy, I’m about to suck your cock and want to know what to expect,” she giggled. “Just tell me.”
“Uh….few days ago…been busy with school, work…I mean……”
“Nice,” she sighed, pushing him back and reaching for his pants. “I’m sure this won’t take terribly long…”
She tugged his pants open and out sprang a nice long cock, eight inches or so, skinny like him, with a giant pair of hairless balls beneath, full of boy cum. She smiled at the dribble of pre-cum oozing from it as he moaned and stabbed upwards, almost involuntarily fucking the air.
“Eager indeed,” she hissed, leaning over to breathe fire on his throbbing cock.
She encircled the base of his cock with her bony fingers and traced her tongue from the bottom to the top, excruciatingly slowly, taking a full 10 seconds to reach the dripping tip — which instantly exploded, lacing a thick strip of hot boy cum from her forehead, down her nose to her mouth. She giggled and stuffed the geysering cock into her thick tits, fucking him with them, feeling the endless spurt of cream jet onto her thickly wrinkled neck and fill the folds there, oozing its last into a bubbly lather between those creamy white orbs. When he finally finished cumming, spent and panting, she sat up and let her tits fall apart, a mass of white clinging to her hot flesh, her tits covered with cum, thick ropes of it clinging in the space between. He looked at her, gasping, watching the cum on her neck dribble down to join the rest in those marvelously old, wrinkled tit.
“My…my God…granny!” he gushed, breathlessly. “I…I don’t know…what…”
“What to say? Nothing. What to do? This!”
She reached for his head and smashed his face into the blanket of ball brew on her chest, rubbing him into it, groaning as she did, feeling his resistance wane the longer he was held prisoner in her cum-lathered breasts, his tongue coming out and slurping his seed from her tits.
“That’s right, boy, that’s right, suck the cum from Granny’s tits!” she howled, rubbing his face all over the thick sheen of goop there, feeling him slurp them clean, swallow and go back for more. “Women love a man who respects them enough to eat his own cum! This is a teaching moment, boy, so suck your cum!”
She came as he worked cleaning his sperm from her old boobs, clenching her muscular old thighs together and grinding it out. She held his ears now, working him from side to side, pulling him back to look at his astonished, cum-laden face, directing him to the meaty white flesh of her inner tits, forcing him to suckle a cum-dripping nipple, then the other and then dragging his moaning face up to her waddle, thick with clumps of his jism, which he eagerly slurped clean, suckling in mounds of creamy, dreamy neck meat and cleansing them. Then it was up to her chin, nose and forehead, licking clean the strips of jism there and finally, opening his mouth and kissing him madly, frenching him and sucking out loads of hot cum and forcing it back into his mouth.
She finally broke the kiss, holding his cummy face in her hands, pushing it back, smiling at him and spreading her long, lean legs, revealing the tops of her muscular thighs above the garter and nylons she wore, her bushy graying pussy exploding into view, anxious, wet and open.
“You’ve earned this,” she hissed, pulling him atop her, his still stiff dick instantly devoured by her insatiable pussy, wrapping her rugged thighs around his ribs and squeezing him to her. “Fuck me, Timmy, fill me with more hot cum!”
He moaned and worked hard on his first fuck, thrusting into her powerfully for such a skinny young man, pounding her pussy, his big balls slapping at the crack of her ass as she pulled his face to the warm smother of her old, wrinkled neck, the boy lapping and sucking at the aphrodisiac of the wrinkled flesh there, suckling it, eating remaining sperm from it and feeling his nuts knot anew as he blasted his second load in minutes, deep into her twitching womb.
Annabelle squeezed him harder, draining him, cumming on his thrusting boner, feeling the scorching load fill her womb. She finally unlocked her long, strong legs and put the soles of her feet into his face after slipping off her shoes, forcing him to smell the day’s work sweat of them, giggling and cumming again as the superbly eager young stud ran his tongue madly over the soles, sucking on her bony, long toes before she pushed him away and sat back, thighs open, her cunt open lewd and wet and plugged with his thick seed.
“I don’t have to ask, do I Timmy?” she cooed and the boy instantly dove forward, surprising her with his insistence, burying his face into her sloppy soupy pussy and slurping madly, Annabelle’s lusty thighs locking like a vice around his neck and ears as he sucked her clean, gobbling his load down his throat.
“Mmm, so nice, so nice,” she mewed, eyes closed, running her bony old fingers through his hair, quivering her muscular old thighs on his trapped neck, squeezing him deeper inside her to feast on her cum-thick pussy. “So nice….”
She finally unlocked her legs, his face having gone red to purple from the scissor squeezing, and he sat back, gasping for air long denied, a smile beaming on his cum-shiny face. She laughed, pulled herself together and leaned forward to kiss him gently on his trembling lips.
“And there’s your tip, young man,” she sighed, buttoning up her blouse. “You got a blowjob, you got laid, you were shown how to appreciate a true woman and learned the respect of eating your own cum from her! Now go, enjoy what you’ve learned and pay attention to the other women to come into your life with as much enthusiasm as you’ve paid me!”
And he was gone, stumbling out of the car, forever changed. She climbed into the front seat, smiled at him as he waved goodbye and drove off, in search of new adventure..
Annabelle and Meredith just came back from their daily morning walk, a ritual the two best friends engaged on daily to keep their hot, GILF bodies in prime muscular shape. Annabelle was 62, a gorgeous silver-haired blonde with lithe, lean legs and slim body, and Meredith was three years older, dark silver-flecked brunette hair with a thicker, fuller shape, but just as strong.
And both had insatiable sexual appetites, both for men 40 years there junior. Like Renaldo, a smooth-skinned Latino stud who was working this hot summer day in the front yard of Annabelle’s palatial home. He’d do landscaping, gardening, chores, and whatever else the leggy rich lady desired. For her, and to her, or any of her friends. Like Meredith.
“My, my, my, he is a sexy thing,” Meredith cooed as the pair turned the corner of the street and saw Renaldo toiling away, sweaty and shirtless. “Darling, do you mind if I have a go at the boy? My ass is quite sweaty and I think is in need of cleaning!”
“I love your nastiness, girlfriend!” Annabelle laughed, slapping her friend’s thick tush as they walked into the yard, Renaldo stopping his work to stare nervously at them.
“Be a dear, and cleanse Mrs. Ryder’s ass would you?” Annabelle laughed, pointing to the butt barely hidden in Meredith’s tight and short dark shorts, the bottom of her aging but sexy butt cheeks hanging below the hem, her powerful, tanned thighs exploding below and below that, her meaty, muscular calves in short white socks and running shoes.
‘Uh…ok…sure, Mrs. Shaw…” the shy boy gulped nervously.
“Come inside, the both of you,” Annabelle laughed.
“Actually, no,” Meredith smiled. “I’d prefer my ass cleaned right here, in the driveway, in my car! It’s so naughty to be naughty in public!”
“Of course it is, naughty girl!” Annabelle laughed, turning to walk inside. “Do a good job Renaldo, and maybe you won’t be punished by me later!”
Meredith waited for the boy to open her expensive BMW door, and she climbed in, kneeling in the backseat, wiggling her ass at him. Nervously, he got in and knelt in front, that big, sweaty ass inches from his face. The musky butt aroma wafted to his nose.
“Uh, should I put on the AC Mrs. Ryder?” he asked hopefully.
“I should say not, stud,” she hissed over her shoulder, slipping her shorts over that abundant ass, the meaty white flesh firm and moist, a hint of dark hair wet and matted between them. “Dig in!”
Annabelle watched from her living room window, slipping a hand in her white short shorts, frigging her hairy pussy as Renaldo obediently planted his face in the clammy depths of Meredith’s hungry ass, pulling the flesh open with his hands and drilling the moist butthole with his tongue, pulling back at the salty, nasty tang of it. She watched and laughed as Meredith grabbed his ears and pulled him back inside.
“Do NOT hesitate to suck my filthy asshole again, boy!” she growled. “Now eat it clean and I JUST may let you fuck it with your worthless cock!”
She knew she would and that he’d hate it, fearing the results. He devoured her wet asshole now, attaching his mouth to the wet ring and sucking while digging deep inside with his long tongue, flutter fucking it harder and harder until she came from the anal burrowing, shuddering in orgasm and then quivering her asscheeks on his face, backing him away. Smiling darkly, she turned and beckoned him to the back seat, the boy sighing as he obeyed, pulling his pants down to reveal his slender, eight-inch cock, perfect for assfucking.
“Let Granny do the work,” she hissed, facing away and fisting his cock, slipping the head into her soaking wet shit ring and settling down on it, sinking it deep inside, coming to rest on his bloated young balls. “Fuck, yessssssssss….”
She rode him hard, bouncing up and down, knowing the sight of her madly hunching butt meat quivering before him would take him over the edge quickly. She was right and felt his dick swell in her rapacious ass cave.
“Don’t you DARE cum, boy, not yet!” she roared, hands on his legs, punching her quaking ass down on him harder, the fleshy wave of it taking him over the top in seconds. “OR ELSE!!”
“Please…Mrs.Ryder..stop…slow down..oh God, PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME CUM!!!” he bellowed.
But it was too late. His balls erupted and flooded her bowels with seed, his boy cum splashing deep inside her as she rode him harder, draining his nuts. She smiled facing away from him and then pulled out, leaning forward to show him the cum-plugged entry of her open anus.
“Eat, boy,” she sighed, springing back with her muscular old legs and slamming her wet ass to his mouth, securing it there by clenching his head in her powerful thighs, folding her socked calves up to the back of his head to keep him tight to her bunger as she grunted and forced every thick ounce. “That’s it, get that face deep in that cummy ass and eat all that nasty spunk you blasted up there!!”
She came again from the forced cum eating she was putting the boy through and the sound of frantic slurping from her thick ass as he cleaned her for five straight minutes, until he was nearly passed out in her smothering thigh scissor grip. She finally let go, unlocked her meaty thighs and pulled her shorts back on, kicking him out of the car where he desperately pulled up his shorts — just as Annabelle opened the front door.
“Did he serve you well?” she shouted to her friend.
“Not well enough, Annabelle!” Meredith laughed. “He’s all yours!”
Annabelle smiled as she watched Renaldo pulling up his pants, trying to get it over his unflagging, cum-dripping boner. He looked up at her, desperation in his eyes, and she curled a bony GILF finger at him.
“Come here, boy,” she hissed. “Now.”
He gulped and obeyed, watching her wrinkled but muscular GILF legs flex, calves rippling above her short socks as she walked, the hamstrings lean and sinewy, her little ass visible at the hem of her white short shorts. He went inside and shut the door, and by the time he got around the corner, she was naked, save for those socks and sneakers, sitting on the granite kitchen counter, thighs spread, her gray-silver bush matted with sweat. She lifted one sagging breast up, smiling darkly.
“Suckle it, stud,” she growled. “Lick my nipple!”
He groaned and shuffled forward, bending to attach his sucking mouth to the offered teat, tonguing the wrinkly nub and then suckling like a baby at his mother’s breast. She held it there, a hand on the back of his head, and slowly drew him in with her long, strong legs, encircling his waist, squeezing with her thighs.
“My guess is you didn’t last long enough in Mrs. Ryder’s ass, Renaldo,” she cooed, pulsating her thighs on his ribs. “And she made you suck your filthy boy cream out of her ass. Well, you must learn to satisfy a woman and control yourself, I guess…”
He moaned, his trembling hands rubbing the soft but hard flesh of Annabelle’s tensing thighs on his sides as he suckled the other tit she now held up.
“Lick all around, that’s right, suckle the breast meat into your mouth, that’s it, that’s it…now down under each one and between them, lick and swallow all that delicious old-lady tit sweat!” she laughed, pushing his head to guide his face to the soaking wet flesh. “Now up to my neck, lick that sweat from my sexy old wrinkles…mmm, you’re doing better, boy, you’re doing better…”
She used his tongue as her towel for a few minutes longer, then pushed his face away, holding up her left arm, the moist sweat gathered in the deep well of her sexy old armpit. She smiled. He didn’t.
“Lick that clean, too, stud,” she growled, grabbing his resistant head and mashing his face inside, feeling his trembling tongue wash over her tender flesh. “Lick Mrs. Shaw’s sweaty armpits!!”
He moaned as she squeezed his ribs in her tireless, sweaty thighs and force fed him her armpit wetness, letting him devour every drop before pushing his face away.
“Now then,” she snarled, unsnapping his pants, freeing his dick and fisting it in one bony hand, fitting the knob to the matted fur of her sweaty pussy. “Try to make me cum before you do…”
She slipped forward, impaling herself on Renaldo’s throbbing cock, making the boy gasp with her pussy tightness and the fierce clamp of her muscular old thighs around his ribs. She controlled the rhythm, contracting her cunt on his cock, using her legs to push him out and pull him in. She leaned to his face, framing it in her hands, thrusting her long tongue into his mouth and kissing him long and deep, feeling the cock knob buried in her quim throb and expand.
“Oh, I can feel it, Renaldo, feel that cock thicken up in my cunt,” she hissed, breaking the kiss and biting his earlobe then stabbing inside his ear with her hot tongue. “Feel my pussy milk your big, bad, hard cock? You wanna cum, doncha, you wanna blast a thick, hot load inside me as I fuck you, doncha?”
“Oh, God, Mrs. Shaw…oh fuck….” he moaned, trying not to think he was fucking this gorgeous GILF, trying to think of anything else but unable to as she swabbed his ears with her tongue and pulsated her thighs on his sides, scissoring harder and drawing him fully inside her, locking her calves behind him and holding him still, letting her pussy walls chew at the imprisoned dick. “GOD PLEASE NO!!!!”
She laughed and throbbed her pussy harder and harder, then came as she felt the resultant blast of boy cum scorch her womb, jetting thick streams of jism into her as she held him tight, now wrapping her bony but strong arms around his neck, forcing him into the smothering sweaty folds of her moist tits. He finally stopped and she released his face and ribs, pushing him slowly out of her, quickly hoisting her feet up to the counter, calves pressed against her thighs, her pussy splayed open to show him his handiwork, a thick plug of glistening goo pooled at the entrance, her hairy pussy matted with sweat and cum.
“Oh, Renaldo,” she sighed, reaching for his hair and forcing him to his knees to ram his face to her cummy quim. “You just don’t learn, do you? Now SUCK all your filthy spunk from my hairy cunt!!”
Renaldo struggled but she easily contained him by lashing out with her long legs, her wrinkled, soft but powerful thighs clamping around his ears, his mouth at her gushing hole, her socked calves scissored tightly behind him as she forced out a thick stream of sperm directly into his mouth where he had to swallow rapidly to keep from drowning in his own spunk. He moaned and pawed at those brown, rippling old thighs, trying to breathe, and she laughed and squeezed harder as ounce by ounce, she force fed him his ball brew.
“You don’t get released until I get satisfied, boy,” she growled, quivering her soft thighs on his ears, trapping him fully in pussy, using her hands to cup his head and grind his face. “Make Mrs. Shaw cum and I MIGHT not knock you out!”
He moaned in pain from the crush of her ageless thighs and humiliation from the taste of his cum and hers, mixed with sweat, as she ground hard on his face, using and abusing it, rubbing the harsh wet hair on his flesh, using his nose and lips to please herself, banging her clit harder and harder until she came with a straight-out locking of her legs, thighs quivering and quaking as she crushed him, cumming all over his face, and knocking him out cold in the process.
He came around minutes later, flat on his back on the floor. He looked up her long legs as she stood next to him, clothes back on and smiling down at him.
“Now be a dear and finish my yard,” she cooed, walking off toward her bedroom. “I think my good friend Susan will be out for a run in awhile, and I’m sure she’ll need cleaning, too.”
He staggered to his feet, stumbled outside and got back to work, hoping against hope he wouldn’t see Susan, a gorgeous 61-year-old blonde with legs and sexual appetite even stronger than Mrs. Shaw’s. run by any time soon..
It was a beautiful day for a walk. Annabelle Shaw, 62, was a gorgeous, well kept and very powerful CEO of a Fortune 500 company, working hard and playing harder — usually with one of a cadre of well-hung, cum-filled studs she had at her disposal, eager to serve the leggy boss lady, willing to do whatever she required, up to and mostly including eating their own sperm, a long-time fetish of hers that the years and wealth allowed her to indulge.
The day was hot and humid, perfect for the task at hand. Or more accurately, foot. She donned a tight white t-shirt that hugged her sagging but beautiful tits, a pair of sinfully short red running shorts that accentuated her sexy GILF ass and long, wrinkled-but-muscular thighs, and mid-calf white socks and sneakers, highlighting her well-shaped lower legs.
She took her time, working up a good sweat, feeling the heat swell in her sneakers, soaking her favorite socks — which she’d worn for a week. She got back to her office around 3, fairly sprinting inside and snapping her fingers at Trent, a young blonde office intern who had heard of her ways from others, wondering if he’d be up to her tasks.
He was about to find out.
“Trent, now,” she barked, walking into her lush penthouse office, Trent obediently behind her, eyeing those supple, soft but muscular old calves and sinew-rippling hamstrings. She sat in her chair, flipping her crossed feet atop it, her silvery-gray hair in a ponytail, several wet strands hanging in her pretty face.
“You may take these off,” she said, nodding toward her feet, picking up a sheaf of papers to peruse.
“Yes, Ms. Shaw,” Trent gulped nervously, sitting in a chair in front of her desk and untying her sneakers.
“Out there it’s Ms. Shaw,” she said, pointing to the door. “In here it’s Granny Annabelle, boy.”
“Yes…Granny Annabelle,” he corrected, slipping off her sneakers and getting an instant whiff of the acrid foot stench that blossomed up to his face, enveloping it, making him wince.
She smiled as he did, her lovely mouth a patchwork of sexy wrinkles and creases.
“Put your nose to the soles and smell my wet, dirty socks,” she growled, reading her papers as the young stud obeyed, inhaling deeply of her foot aroma. “I’ve worn these socks awhile, they should be fairly ripe…are they, boy?”
“Yes, Granny Annabelle,” Trent groaned, caught up in the heady, nasty foot stench of the woman more than three times his age, his cock throbbing in his pants. “God…yes…yes…”
She continued to read, feeling her pussy tingle as he ran his nose up and down those damp socks, devouring her acrid smell, putting it into her toes, smelling between them. Annabelle playfully clamped down with them, pinching his nose painfully, twisting his head from side to side.
“I have VERY strong toes for an old woman!” she laughed, unsnapping her pants and sneaking a hand inside to finger her hairy, wet pussy.
He groaned as she let go and he continued to smell her perfect feet, running his trembling hands up her solid, wrinkled calves, massaging them, feeling she sexy muscles ripple to his touch.
“You’re a fast learner, boy,” she hissed, putting the papers down now, frigging her pussy harder, her fingers soaked. “My nasty old calves need attention, too, they’re tired from my workout..that’s right, dig in, massage those big muscles under that wrinkled, tanned skin!”
He moaned and did as instructed, now kissing the feet covered in filthy socks. She glared at him.
“I didn’t tell you to lick my socks — yet!” she snapped.
She shifted forward, encasing his neck between those solid calves, twisting her socked feet together behind him, crushing him in the muscled clamp, making him dizzy, groaning in pain, his hands cupped around the freckled, shiny shins, trying to pull them apart as he felt himself slipping away.
“Oh, no, boy, NO ONE escapes Granny Annabelle’s powerful calf scissors!” she laughed darkly. “I’ll teach you the lesson all my office studs know!”
She squeezed harder, his face blue, hands slipping away as her calves rippled with muscles beneath the soft, wrinkly skin, knocking him out cold. She eased the squeeze, still holding him there, until he snorted back to consciousness, blinking in confusion, looking side to side at the thick tubes of GILF calf muscle that did him in.
“Where…what…” he babbled.
“My calves scissored you asleep, boy,” she growled, fingering her cunt faster now. “Now, you may take my socks off and lick my sweaty feet clean!”
His fingers slipped her socks off, feeling the dampness of them, dropping them to the desk and devouring her gnarled old soles and heels, lapping like a hungry Rocky(D), tasting the salty sweaty. He ran his slavish tongue up to her toes, which she spread apart, and he dug in between each one, feeling the grit and grime, swallowing it down gamely, lapping the toes clean, one by one, sucking each into his anxious mouth.
“Here’s a little treat for you, boy,” she laughed, pulling her wet hand from her pants and slathering her womanly juices over her toes, soaking them, watching Trent attack them with renewed fervor, relishing the funky, musky smell of her sweaty cunt and sweet flavor of her fluids.
Moments later, she treated him to a rare delight in the office, stretching him out on her massive desk, popping his handsome young cock out, stripping her clothes off and sitting on that delicious, long prick, taking him to the balls in her wet pussy. She stretched her long, strong legs out and plopped her ripe feet right on his face as she leaned back against his legs, fucking him long and slow, his cock feeling as if gripped by searing hot velvet.
“Don’t you cum yet, boy, don’t you DARE cum before Granny Annabelle,” she purred, laying flat on his legs, her fingers diddling her thick clit, Trent’s mouth suckling madly at her heels, lapping up the soles, desperately devouring her nasty old feet.
“Granny…Annabelle…can’t…please…slow down…don’t want to cum…yet…” he moaned deliriously.
She smiled, knowing the effect her tight old cunt always had on young ones, particularly ones infatuated by her GILF feet. She tightened her pussy on his throbbing cock and felt the head thicken, a sure sign of impending explosion. She came, hard and long, but quietly, pretending not to as Trent stiffened and she felt the first of 10 scorching hot blasts of his young cum slam inside her, bathing her womb with spunk.
“Damn you, Trent, you disappoint me,” she sighed, feeling his dick slip from the grip of her wet cunt, the last bit of spunk flowing out to bathe her abundant, sweaty pussy hair. “Now, boy, finish me off!”
He looked in horror as she got to her knees over him, her cunt splayed open wetly, a thick plug of his sperm visible in the gape, as she slithered up his chest, holding it in and squatting over his mouth. She giggled and grunted, a veritable river of cream jetting out of her hairy pussy and directly into his mouth. He gagged, trying not to swallow his own cum, but she now plopped her meaty twat onto his mouth, the hole sealing his lips, her powerful, wrinkled old thighs framing his face, squeezing it as she fed him his huge load, sitting up, hands on hips, looking down over her big, saggy tits as he frantically swallowed his jism to keep from drowning, his eyes wide open, the rest of his face practically covered in her punishing thighs.
She groaned and ground her pussy hard on his face, thick hips hunching back and forth, sliding her sopping hairy cunt back and forth on it, soaking him with his cum and hers from forehead to chin as she rode him to a crushing orgasm, thighs quivering around his cheeks, finally coming to a rest with her hands on her legs, smiling down at the boy gasping for air beneath her dominant form.
“Well, not bad, boy, not bad,” she sighed, climbing off his face, listening to his frantic gasps for air. “Now, get dressed and get back to work.”
She gathered up her clothes and headed for her office shower as he got himself together, wiping his wet face, sticking his still stiff dick back in his pants before darting out the door. As she showered, she was already thinking of what could await her at home: Her grandchildren, Aaron and Amy, were coming to visit for a couple of weeks this summer, gorgeous young college athletes who just adored their doting grandmother.
“I think it’s time they knew the REAL Granny Annabelle,” she smiled to herself, fingering her insatiable pussy as she showered.